Velveteen

Diamonds on velveteen,
an insect serenade,
cool grass carpet,
night-flavored air,
your hand
in my hand
in the thrill of dark.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by Niji as a derivative work of the poem, "Velveteen" by Greg R. Fishbone